CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lyssa wasn’t actually n***d the whole weekend. After a long lie, more s*x, and a cooked breakfast, he’d shown her around the apartment complex. Just two stories, each front door led off an external terrace. Every property had a back door to a balcony that ran the full length of the building. All the apartments were one bedroom. Nothing flashy, but in that neighborhood, no one wanted flashy.
Blaser and Ruger had apartments there as did another of their cousins, Gus. Apparently, he did the lion’s share of the management work. Gus’s brother was the one who owned the building. The Warner family extended far. She’d had no idea that Colt was part of such a large clan.
Blaser spent most of his days in the garage which butted onto the back of the apartment perimeter. The public
